The rosemond post

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Morning sun woke me.

I made it to the garden.

This must be the place.

Chilly spring smiles bright.

Health bestows a great blessing.

We can move again.

Welcome 2017!

I feel deep change coming.

Some of it is sorrowful endings,

but most of it is a bold new outlook.

After traveling far and experiencing life,

the future is now and I want to ride it.

I watch my family surf from the shore.

I share in the buds of promise.

Gratitude is what remains.

Love, Grandma

Christmas is Coming

It's half time and I write.
Grateful this clear morning.
Going outside and am excited,
Merry Christmas!

Let's look at flowers.

Even though winter greets us.

With the cold shoulder.

I'm happy you're here.

I don't see you in the flesh.

Our love is alive.

Termination dust.

Winter winks and curls it's lips.

My city on the Arm.